“How can you stand for the pack to come first?” Even as she said the words Mary knew she didn’t care if the pack came first.
“I know, honey, that when my man gets me alone later tonight or even tomorrow or maybe in a week, he’ll make it up to me.” Helen closed her eyes.
Feeling like an intruder, Daniella glanced away.
“Honey, I know my son, and he’ll make it up to you in his own personal way. You’ll be protected, and you’ll never want for nothing.”
Sipping at the scotch Daniella tried not to cough at the strong burning taste.
“I wouldn’t want anything from him. I’m happy just being around him,” Daniella said.
“You’re becoming one of my favorite people.” Helen touched her hand.
They were silent for a long time as the music picked up. She noticed several couples were a
